Page 66 of Enforcer

“Will you walk me in, Pauly?” I ask him.

“Won’t be necessary, Ms. Alyssa.”

“Hm?” I look up at where Dante is in his sweatpants, pacing with his phone in his hand next to the elevator doors that lead into the building. When his eyes swing toward the SUV, they’re feral.

“On second thought, maybe I’ll stay with you, Pauly.”

Pauly only laughs, gets out, and opens my door. “Good night, Ms. Alyssa. Good luck.”

Gee, thanks, Pauly.

I stumble out, and the world spins as I walk toward Dante, my shoes in one hand and my bag in the other.

“You’re alright, then?”

I bite my lip, trying my damnedest not to follow the v-cut that leads down to his cock, which is sinfully bulging behind his pants.

“I’m alright. Sorry, I have a strict rule about using my phone while drunk.”

He tips my face up, my eyes tracking slowly back to his. “You think you could’ve told me about the rule before leaving?”

“I should’ve told you,” I whisper in agreement, not knowing who I am now.

“You should’ve,” he grumbles back, his eyes flickering down to my lips where my whiskey-scented breaths are shallowing.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“Mmm…. We shared a bottle of Macallen, some old bottle.”

He runs his nose across the seam of my lips, breathing in. “Smells expensive. Wait, you all finished the bottle?”

I nod, hiccuping. “Well, Lorenzo and Antonio drank with us.”

“They’ll be dealt with,” he says, his tone filling with gravel and making my pussy throb.

“Oh, don’t. Lorenzo will never drink with me again, and I want to hear him sing the rest of the tush song.”

He startles, unable to hide his smirk. “Tomorrow, I’m going to ask what that means. Tonight, however, you need to get in bed.”

He leads me into the elevator, which isn’t as fun while drunk, and then helps me into the apartment. He tries to steer me towards the bed, and I reroute to the bathroom, unzipping my dress as I go.

My dress slides off, hitting the floor, and I then fidget out of my bra, tossing it into the hamper just inside the bathroom door.

“Alyssa, what are you doing?” His footsteps behind me are close, and a giddy thrum crawls up my spine like a spider coming home to see prey trapped in its web.

“I’m going to shower.”

“Like hell you are!” He grabs around my waist from behind, pulling me into his very hard cock.

“I never go to bed smelling like the bar.”

“You can barely speak. You don’t need to be in the shower.”

I rip out of his hold, turning as my nipples bead from the excitement and the cold. I tug off my panties, letting them fall to the floor as I let my hand slide down my belly toward my pussy.

“You can come in with me if you want to, but I’m getting into the shower to get clean.”

He licks his lower lip. “Doesn’t look to me like you’re getting clean.”

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